Sandy And Molli

Sandy and Molli were friends with me from kindergarten to third grade. They lived down the street from me. We all did everything together. During the summer we went to the pool everyday and came home to juice popsicles. We even had this system where every other day was a "junk food" day, and the other day was a "good" food day. Some how we always managed to be on junk food day when they were over. Sandy was in my class in first grade and we would always compete for everything.

I remember one time in class we were coloring a calendar, our teacher passed them out and I snuck a glance at Sandy. I knew immediately that there was going to be a contest, for her face it was filled with cunning glee. I glanced again to see what kind of contest it was, beauty or speed. Sandy was scribbling away as fast as she could go, and I took off too. It was close

I stared at her shamefaced with horror, I dreaded to turn around and face Sandy. But I did it, and her face was worse than I had feared, she had a huge annoying, cocky grin on her lips and her whole face was beaming triumphantly. I could look into her eyes and hear her singing, "Nineer, nineer, nineer."

Her mother eventually remarried, to a man with two kids, both of whom simpered under Sandy’s ferocious glare. I wonder what they’re like now. Sometimes I’ll find them in books, their characters filling someone else’s. Sandy is the cruel one, the powerful outgoing one, the one who hurts others so as not to be hurt herself, and yet so clever, so manipulative and devious. Molli is simple, clinging, loyal unto an end, and always getting stuck on the little things.

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